Friday, 29 May 2009

A poem about a painting

I had a lovely day at a workshop at Charleston. This is the outcome:

Vanishing Point (looking at -- Girl Wearing an Orange Shawl, c. 1894-1895, by Edouard Vuillard)

The little girl with her orange shawl
Appeared on my canvas
In response to the vermillion mark
I had placed at the vanishing point.

Diagonal leading there,
A line for the eye,
And the two of them, going
Towards it.

Cobalt blue in her hair
Jaunty and brave.
Will she be brave enough for this?

I mixed some of that cobalt blue
Into the cadmium orange hue
With a touch of Mars black.
Turned them under the palette knife
Colours bleeding into one another.

A greenish brown emerged,
Took her by the hand
And led her
Out of the picture.

Saturday, 16 May 2009


All those greens,
and a white duck
in the rain.
A painting offered.

Friday, 8 May 2009

How does it feel?

Working - cross, annoyed, irritable, fed up, another cup of tea, chocolate, cross, pushing, scratching words into text.

Painting - amazing, daring, risky, safe, exciting, breathtaking, no more chocolate needed, tense, relief, amazing
A tree in a stormy cloudscape materialises.